I thought the OP meant from people that you could meet any time through X number of handshakes; not necessarily people who you happened to shake hands with at one time or another.
Under that tougher criteria, I am pretty much only one handshake from any member of Congress.
Other odd quirks as a result of my job: I’ve got Jack Kevorkian’s loud-mouthed attorney, Geoffrey Fieger’s, cell phone number. If I call, it rings once and he’s on and says “Fieger.”
I also can email with or get on the phone Chris Moore, who produced the movie “American Pie” and co-produced “Good Will Hunting,” among other film works.
One of my best friend’s uncles is James Hoffa Jr., the president of the Teamsters and Jimmy’s kid. I sat next to him at her wedding.
Several years ago, the band I was in was playing a nowhere bar in the tiny town of Alpena, Michigan. The Red Wings happened to be in town for a charity softball game. We figured some would come to the bar, because there’s nothing else to do there, and they’re Canadian, so of course. Right?
Sure enough, a couple of them did. Sergei Fedorov sat and watched us all night. I sat at a table with him, talked for a good hour and had a few beers with him over the course of the evening. I spent most of my time talking with the Wings’ trainer, though, because he and I went to the same university. And Fedorov didn’t speak that great of English back then (early-to-mid '90s).
They were so bored, they bought a case of beer from the bar, and were going to go back to our motel rooms at closing time to drink some more and just watch TV. An NHL Hart Trophy winner! (Well, a future one at the time.)
They must have got a better offer, because at the last minute they changed their mind. I think they picked up some girls. We drank the case, though.